I am the silence that follows after the storm
weaving a thread of tranquility and hope.
I am calla lily, hyacinth and rose you’ll find
I restore purity, balance and candour.
What tongue would you desire me to wield
I am sometimes fire, sometimes cold as ice,
care to discover your luck on a spin of dice?
I am aware of the world outside yet I choose
to remain trusting, did you expect to see me
turn cynical shattered by deceit and lies?
My heart is open to experience and wisdom,
and my words have yet to possess world of
I am restless dreams and whispers of ocean,
I write words that depict warmth of my soul
like a glowing ember of wood and coal.
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Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads